Beige: Do you know what they call devilled eggs in Fraggle Cave?
Storyteller: No, what?
Beige: First-degree burns over easy.
Scooter: Did you guys see that one scene in "My Favorite Year," the one where they're discussing Chinese food? "One taste and your tongue dials the fire department."
Beige: Ooh, all of a sudden, I'm craving a plate of 10,000 Suns.
Storyteller: The last time you had that, you drank at least two gallons of water.
Scooter: I've heard of one guy who could actually breathe fire after eating that stuff.
Nora: This one time, my aunt served us some soup that was so full of horseradish that...
Erin: (on phone) Uh-huh...yeah...right. Deadline's tomorrow...okay, thanks. (hangs up) So what's this about spicy food?
Nora: It started with devilled eggs and went downhill from there. Anyway, we spent the rest of dinner sucking on ice cubes.
Erin: You know, one place in London, I think it was Thai, cooked a huge batch of hot peppers, and it gave everyone within a mile of the place itchy eyes and burning throats. Had to call in the police and the fire brigade.
Beige: Then it's gotta be good.